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Fun in NYC: Part One
May. 31st, 2016 08:02 pmFair warning, my friends. This post will be lingering lovingly on all the meals I ate and will possibly be tedious with links to menus. :) My attention span for typing up long posts is also limited at the moment, so I am breaking this up into parts.
My friend C invited me to go with her to NYC for vacation. Her brother M and his partner W live in Chelsea, each with their own apartments, and M offered to give us his apartment and stay with W for the week. My astonishment at the size of M's apartment betrays my rural roots. LOL The location was cherry, smack dab in the middle of everything and within walking distance of such cool stuff, but the apartment itself was eeny weeny. I tried to imagine living with Josh in a space where the only place I could go and shut the door between us is the bathroom. My imagination failed me. Staying in M's apartment made me think about how much I take space for granted because I have access to an abundance of it. Before we moved to GA, I had never lived in a neighborhood, just lived out in the middle of nowhere with a handful of neighbors nearby. The first year we lived here, I felt claustrophobic, like the houses around us were closing in, even though the houses in our neighborhood are very far apart from each other by neighborhood standards.
Anyway, when we arrived, we checked in with M at his work We Work. It's a very cool company that rents out office and meeting space (or sometimes just an address) and enables members to work collaboratively and more easily network. The interior design of this building is fantastic, just about everyone looked 20, and I felt like I was in a rom com where the old country mouse would discover from her slick young city mice friends that she was not indeed too old for love. Or for a pint of beer available from the beer taps on each floor in the communal area. Spoiler alert: I did not find love, but I did drink the beer. LOL
After grabbing a late lunch at Go Go Thai (yummy larb gai), C and I walked all over Chelsea. We walked through Chelsea Market and the Highline and everywhere in between. Our funniest moment that day was trying to find the Comme des Garcons store; we walked up and down the street it was on and you can see in these pictures that the door is super recessed, the lettering on the door is seriously tiny, and right next to it is this vacantish lot. Mix that with the graffiti around the store, and we both thought it was some kind of automotive or machinist shop. Very weird. I got to smell a bunch of their perfume in the Incense series and quite liked it, though.
Then we had an afternoon drink/snack at Txikito, a Basque restaurant. I had the most elegant sardines and Iberian ham on toasts. Glorious.
On the way back to M's apartment to get ready for dinner, we saw a serious fire that turned out to be a controlled burn. The fire department had cordoned off a whole city block and set about four fires as a drill. Traffic was not happy.
We had dinner that night at East of Eighth where I had really excellent paella. I hadn't had paella since I studied in Spain, and this tasted just like I remembered.
Coming soon in Part Two: we walk down Fifth Avenue from 18th to 62nd Street with some side detours
My friend C invited me to go with her to NYC for vacation. Her brother M and his partner W live in Chelsea, each with their own apartments, and M offered to give us his apartment and stay with W for the week. My astonishment at the size of M's apartment betrays my rural roots. LOL The location was cherry, smack dab in the middle of everything and within walking distance of such cool stuff, but the apartment itself was eeny weeny. I tried to imagine living with Josh in a space where the only place I could go and shut the door between us is the bathroom. My imagination failed me. Staying in M's apartment made me think about how much I take space for granted because I have access to an abundance of it. Before we moved to GA, I had never lived in a neighborhood, just lived out in the middle of nowhere with a handful of neighbors nearby. The first year we lived here, I felt claustrophobic, like the houses around us were closing in, even though the houses in our neighborhood are very far apart from each other by neighborhood standards.
Anyway, when we arrived, we checked in with M at his work We Work. It's a very cool company that rents out office and meeting space (or sometimes just an address) and enables members to work collaboratively and more easily network. The interior design of this building is fantastic, just about everyone looked 20, and I felt like I was in a rom com where the old country mouse would discover from her slick young city mice friends that she was not indeed too old for love. Or for a pint of beer available from the beer taps on each floor in the communal area. Spoiler alert: I did not find love, but I did drink the beer. LOL
After grabbing a late lunch at Go Go Thai (yummy larb gai), C and I walked all over Chelsea. We walked through Chelsea Market and the Highline and everywhere in between. Our funniest moment that day was trying to find the Comme des Garcons store; we walked up and down the street it was on and you can see in these pictures that the door is super recessed, the lettering on the door is seriously tiny, and right next to it is this vacantish lot. Mix that with the graffiti around the store, and we both thought it was some kind of automotive or machinist shop. Very weird. I got to smell a bunch of their perfume in the Incense series and quite liked it, though.
Then we had an afternoon drink/snack at Txikito, a Basque restaurant. I had the most elegant sardines and Iberian ham on toasts. Glorious.
On the way back to M's apartment to get ready for dinner, we saw a serious fire that turned out to be a controlled burn. The fire department had cordoned off a whole city block and set about four fires as a drill. Traffic was not happy.
We had dinner that night at East of Eighth where I had really excellent paella. I hadn't had paella since I studied in Spain, and this tasted just like I remembered.
Coming soon in Part Two: we walk down Fifth Avenue from 18th to 62nd Street with some side detours
